I reckon Indian men should rule the world. Don’t get me wrong, black men are alright as far as some things go, and white aren’t any different, but Indian men…
So it all started with a trip to the Acoustic Soul show during National Arts Festival, Shela and me were excited that finally, I had a night off after having VoG rehearsals and performances for the past weekend, using up the time that I could have spent with her. We hadn’t seen each other in 3 years!). So anyway, we went to the Acoustic Soul show, where we met a lady who had a student ticket she wanted to get rid of (Amen, because I was broke as ever!), so I bought it and Shela and I enjoyed the show. After speaking with some of the band members, we left to get eats at The Long Table Restaurant. (“When are you getting to the Indian invasion stuff?” I hear you ask. Wait, dear friend, I’m working on a narrative here!)
“So Shela, what are we going to have?”
“Ag, that other soup we wanted is finished for the night. Let’s buy the Indian breyani what what soup and share.”
“Okay Shela, we’ll get two slices of bread too.”
Nelisa Kala and band during Arts Fest
Shela was keen to see The Awakening’s show, so we set out to find out how much the tickets were. If they were too expensive (for student pockets), we’d go watch something else. Approaching this nice looking tall lady, we struck up a conversation.
“Hello ladies, are you ladies busy tonight?” asked the Tall Lady. “What are you looking for?”
“Oh we were just looking at this poster. Do you by any chance know how much tickets to The Awakening are?”
“Oh no. But I thought that if you’re not busy, I’ve got free tickets to Gary Thomas’s
show if you want them?”
Dear friend, I must insert here a short explanation about black people in South Africa. We have a strong liking for mahala, free, stuff. It’s practically in our culture. Asking us if we want free tickets, even if we don’t know who the heck the artist is, is asking us if we’d like to keep warm on a winter night. It’s a no-brainer.
Shela and me start jumping around excitedly. “Yes! Of course, we’d like them. Thank you!”
When we got to Cuervo Room, we were bawled over by Gary Thomas’s set. That man can do crazy things with his guitar. He’s a wonder to watch. Now about that Indian invasion stuff… The MC was an Indian man who had this bottle of Jose Cuervo in his hand. He asked the audience members who wanted some and poured it into the mouths of those who were eager enough to go up to the front for a shot poured straight into their mouths. Anyway, after Gary’s awesome set, we’re getting ready to leave, but our dear Indian tequila lover informs us that since we’ve been such an awesome crowd…
“…don’t tell the others coming in,” Indian Tequila Lover says. “But you guys can stay in here for the next group, the next group will set up. It’ll only take fifteen minutes. They’re called The Awakening…”
You should have seen how elated Shela and me were. We went to a free performance only to be handed free entrance into the show we had really wanted to see!
This is why I say Indian men are great. Not only did he give us free entrance into The Awakening’s show, but the Indian Tequila Lover hooked us up with a free jam/ party dancing session after The Awakening’s performance. We chilled by the fire in the Cuervo Room and danced ourselves up a storm (despite our unimpressive moves). And of course, the DJ was Indian, from Durban.
I envision more free stuff if Indian men are in control. Really. As stereotypes go: white men give you what’s of a lesser standard, black men take it all for themselves (greedy louts) and coloured men steal it, but Indian men love to share shem!
Next time you see an Indian man at National Arts Fest, get to know him better, sana, he’ll give you free stuff…
“The man of many friends may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.” – Proverbs 18:24